"This girl, you..." The soldier standing tall on the stone steps of the city tower was about to say something when Fang Zilan suddenly said loudly: "Mo Han, you and I are relatives after all. Why am I down and out now? You don’t want to see me anymore? It’s really nice to be so heartless and unjust!”
She shouted with a hint of crying in her voice, "Mo Han, wait, wait until I enter the customs and see Uncle Mo, and ask him to make the decision for me. See if you are willing to recognize me!"
She said this with shame and resentment, like throwing a stone into a lake, stirring up a thousand waves. The crowd of onlookers immediately exploded:
"From what this girl says, does she seem to have something to do with Master Mo Han?"
"How is it possible? Master Mo Han rarely appears in front of others, so how could he have anything to do with a woman of unknown origin?"
"Knowing people but not their hearts, Lord Mo Han sounds like a gentle young man, but who knows what's going on behind the scenes?"
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Fang Zilan shouted while watching the soldiers guarding the city put Deputy General Cao into the pass, and then he felt completely at ease. She made a show of wiping her eyes, turned around and tried to leave with Awan, muttering angrily: "Mo Han, you bastard!"
However, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was shocked. Is she scolding Mo Han on the tower, or her cousin in the original world?
Thinking about this, she felt even more aggrieved. If in the original world, Mo Han was a gentle little angel, he would not be able to see her being criticized by so many people. But……
She laughed to herself inwardly, but it was just the same name, did she really think he was her cousin?
However, she and Awan were stopped just a few steps away. She looked up and saw that it was the soldier standing on the stone steps of the tower just now.
He hurriedly stood in front of the two of them, blocking their way, and said solemnly: "This girl, Master Mo, please come up."
"What?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, then showed a timid expression and said with surprise: "You mean, Lord Mo Han is willing to see me?"
The soldier didn't speak. Awan reached out and grabbed Fang Zilan's hand tightly. Her sweaty palms were a little cold. Fang Zilan held her hand back and told her not to worry.
With no one to stop her, Fang Zilan lifted up her skirt and quickly ran up the stone steps leading to the tower. She didn't know what she was expecting. Maybe she just wanted to see this Mo Han with her own eyes so that all the delusions in her heart could be destroyed.
Awan followed her, feeling strange. Ever since she heard this name in the southeast camp, her reaction had been very strange. Now she even risked her own life to meet this Mo Han. Why?
Fang Zilan stepped on the last stone step and froze in place as soon as she stood firm. Her eyes were glued to the boy in white, and she couldn't move away after just one glance.
It's so similar, just from the back, he looks like her cousin, Mo Han.
"Sister?" Awan poked her head out from behind Fang Zilan and looked at the young man in white not far away, only to see him turn around and walk towards them against the light.
The afternoon sun was just right, passing through the corner eaves and tiles of the tower, reflecting on the clean brows and eyes of the young man in white, making him even more spotless. Xunxun in white clothes, with mottled and jumping light spots accompanying the young man's firm and powerful steps, every step seems to be filled with light.
Fang Zilan only felt that her whole body was shaking violently, and her whole heart was screaming uncontrollably, as if it would jump out of her chest the next moment.
It was as if her true relatives appeared before her eyes across the thorny time on the other side.
The soldier who was following them saw Fang Zilan's appearance and Monk Zhanger was confused, but when he saw the young man approaching, he hurriedly bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Master Mo, this is the girl who is clamoring to see you. "
The young man nodded slightly, looked at the soldier and said, "I understand. Brother Gao, please go down first." His voice was clear and smooth, and his every move was gentle and natural.
Fang Zilan clenched her fists tightly, feeling that her emotions were surging like a tidal wave, and she was out of control.
Surname, name, voice, appearance, facial expressions and movements. The person in front of her was exactly the same as her cousin.
If it was a coincidence, why would there be such a person in this world?
But if it wasn't a coincidence that she traveled through time, could it be that her cousin also traveled through time and came here?
Her nails dug deeply into her flesh, leaving eye-catching red marks. She tried to stay awake, but her pale face and trembling tone revealed her mood.
She opened her mouth and said: "I... am Lan..."
"Sister Lan." The young man said the word "LAN" in unison with her, and the word "LAN" that came out of his mouth made her breath stagnant and her eyes turn red.
Except for her cousin Mo Han, no one else in the world would call her that.
"You..." A tear fell from the corner of Fang Zilan's eyes, but the young man in front of him suddenly became extremely silent. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Fang Zilan turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly. Awan glanced at her at a loss, then at the young man with a dark and unclear expression, and asked tentatively, "Are you Mo Han?"
"Yes." The young man nodded and whispered: "I am Mo Han."
These four simple words sounded like an admission to Fang Zilan. She turned around suddenly and covered her mouth, her body shaking even more violently.
I don’t know how long it took, but her mood gradually calmed down, so she turned back to look at Mo Han, "I just lost my composure and made Master Mo Han laugh. You have the same name as your cousin at home, and they look alike, so I immediately admitted my mistake. I hope you won't blame me for killing someone."
She said these words in one breath, her voice still tinged with a bit of harshness.
Hearing this, Mo Han couldn't help but step forward, grabbed her wrist, and said word by word: "Sister Lan, you did not admit the wrong person."
Fang Zilan looked up at him in astonishment, her slightly funny face reflected in his black and white pupils, and her concerned eyes seemed like an unreal illusion. She couldn't help but stretched out her other hand and pinched his face, and asked in disbelief: "Are you really Mo Han?"
Mo Han chuckled and said, "It's true."
"But why are you here..." Fang Zilan wanted to ask something, but suddenly realized that Awan was still beside her, and she quickly fell silent.
Mo Han knew what she was going to ask and also knew that she had some scruples, so he immediately changed his voice and said, "It's a rare meeting. Can Sister Lan follow me back home?"
"Okay." Fang Zilan nodded without hesitation, but Awan was confused and pinched her secretly.
Then she looked at Awan and said, "Don't worry, Mo Han won't harm us."
Awan glared at her and whispered in an unkind tone: "He is Mo Bin's son, why do you trust him so much?"
